Daisies and Roses

I've heard the question many a time: Who'd choose a daisy, when they've a field of rose?

I ask: would you?

Is it too naive to believe,that deep down inside, someone can be different and not be persecuted?

Is it too naive to trust, that others could possibly respect the fact that no one is the same?

I wonder? What is the difference?

Between rich and poor, and kind and harsh, and ignorant and intelligent, and recklessness and diligence,

Would you be so kind to show me, the difference in, people?

What does it matter that a daisy is seen as lesser than a rose, you ask?

Why should you care, you ask?

Why, indeed.....

It infuriates me to see, that our current generations have been blinded.

Blinded to the destruction of individuality, the destruction of integrity, the destruction of voice.....

They cannot see when they are wrong, yet scorn down upon others at the sight of the very same sin they themselves committed.

They do not understand how precious is a daisy, when they've no roses to gaze upon.

They refuse to accept each difference... Between you and I, and he and she. They simply refuse.

Why??? Why? I ask you. Why must we persecute those whom choose their own fates?

Those whom reject the status quo? Why must the excuse be "they are lesser"? This is no excuse!

Why must it matter what you wear, whom you love, and what you choose?

These decisions are our own.... OUR OWN...

It matters not, whomever disapproves, and scorns your decisions.

All that matters is the fact that you may walk with your head held high, that your life has no regret.

What is the difference? Between humans and being human? I ask you....

Is there any?

...deep down, are you just as the daisies and roses?

You decide.